Every time it Seems like New

Every time a big snowstorm comes - it seems new and different. We are in the midst of the second storm of the week. It began in the wee hours. I woke up just after 4 a.m. and couldn't get back to sleep. Two plow trucks passed and one car. The road has been quiet since, everyone seems to be huddled in their houses, like animals wintering the weather in their little dens. The snow was soft at first and now is mixed with ice. I can hear it biting against the window panes, picked up by the wind.
Soon we will venture out to test the depths of the snow. Winter storm warnings remain until tomorrow.
This photo is from sunnier times, two storms ago.